20:57 Sunday night June 5 we crossed the line which according to the timetable of the Russian railways separates Europe from Asia and we entered Siberia. Three hours later, at 23:47 the trains stops in Omsk, as always precisely on the minute fulfilling the timetable. Local time is three o'clock in the morning, because all the trains run according to Moscow time. The night in Omsk is like a silk robe, it wraps you in a warm deep satin blue that is enlightened on the boards. The train stewardesses hang on their phones, lazy and negligent, 48 hours far from Moscow all discipline and duty seems to be used up. On the platform the smokers are lined up as candles in an Orthodox Church. You walk up and down this silky night and your thoughts follow you as glow worms blinking over the tracks.